Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cape Verde and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Move to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Black Bananas,
Q65,
The Gun Club,
The Doors,
Soul Sonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rekid,
Saccharine Trust,
The Remains,
Cameo,
Sister Nancy,
cv313,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
JFA,
The Toasters,
Young Marble Giants,
a-ha,
The Star Department,
Sugar Minott,
48th St. Collective,
Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
Audionom,
Zapp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Stooges,
Youth Brigade,
the Bar-Kays,
Procol Harum,
Flash Fearless,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lakeside,
Niagra,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Techniques,
Bobby Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
Marine Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
One Last Wish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter and Kerry,
Dead Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Ituana,
Angry Samoans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Loose Ends,
The Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Kurtis Blow,
John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.